[Character Profile]
[User: Marcus Ravenfield]
[Skills]:
Rune Creation (SSS)
Assassin Training (SS+)
[Stats]:
Strength: 13 (C)
Dexterity: 16 (C)
Intelligence: 70 (S+)
Endurance: 15 (C)
Wisdom: 56 (A+)
Mana: 20 (C+) (20% Less Mana Usage)
The status screen appeared before him as Silas headed to a random corner of the fort, away from prying eyes, to check it out.
"Now let's see... that should have leveled me up, right?"
Silas inspected his status, but nothing seemed to have changed—his stats and skills remained exactly the same.
I wonder where the EXP I earned went...
Before Silas could close the screen in disappointment, another panel popped up:
[Invest EXP in Stats or Skills?]
Silas raised an eyebrow, the system feeling familiar to him.
"Ohhh... that's right. The game didn't progress with levels but with EXP alone."
He laughed to himself, clicking on the stats option without hesitation.
"I'm already well-off with my combustion rune. No need to increase it for now."
[Status Screen Updated!]
[Character Profile]
[User: Marcus Ravenfield]
[Skills]:
Rune Creation (SSS)
Assassin Training (SS+)
[Stats]:
Strength: 15 (C)
Dexterity: 20(C+)
Intelligence: 70 (S+)
Endurance: 17 (C)
Wisdom: 56 (A+)
Mana: 24 (C+) (20% Less Mana Usage)
Silas smiled at the improvements. It might be small, but it was something.
As he tried closing the status screen again, another notification popped up:
[Pick Class Specialization]
-Mage
-Fighter
-Tank
-Healer
-Assassin
-Necromancer
-Archer
-Etc…
Silas read through the list, a slight smile tugging at his lips when he saw "Assassin." It was familiar, something he was already comfortable with. Versatile, deadly—no need to pick it again.
He thought carefully about the best option, weighing the pros and cons of each class. Eventually, he settled on Necromancer—a choice made more because of how cool it sounded than any strategic advantage.
A Necromancer is badass as hell. Can't just ignore it.
[Class Specialized]
[Necromancer]
1 Minion +
5 Boost to Mana +
Novice Robe of Necromancy +
[Character Profile]
[User: Marcus Ravenfield]
[Class: Necromancer]
[Skills]:
Rune Creation (SSS)
Assassin Training (SS+)
Reanimate Dead (A)
[Stats]:
Strength: 15 (C)
Dexterity: 20(C+)
Intelligence: 70 (S+)
Endurance: 17 (C)
Wisdom: 56 (A+)
Mana: 29 (C++) (20% Less Mana Usage)
Silas let out a breath of satisfaction before finally closing the status screen, relieved that no more notifications popped up.
He stood up, planning to ask Dwayne if they'd set up any sleeping quarters in their newly fortified camp.
But as he walked back into the center—now bustling with delinquents chatting merrily after a successful first day—a huge roar echoed from outside the walls.
"The boss monster is here!"
Dwayne shouted, propelling himself into the air using bursts of fire magic.
"It's a wolf lord!" someone else shouted.
Immediately, the atmosphere shifted—the delinquents' faces hardened into serious expressions.
One of them chuckled, seemingly unfazed.
"Hope I don't get my arm bitten off again."
Silas blinked, caught between disbelief and amusement.
Did that kid just say he got his arm bitten off?
Dwayne soared over the fort, planning to face the boss monster alone while the others supported him with spells. As he descended back to the ground, the flames surrounding him burned hotter and brighter than before.
"Same as usual, boys!"
He shouted to the other delinquents, who already seemed well-accustomed to the routine.
Silas chuckled, stepping back a few paces from the wall.
Then, with a burst of momentum, he sprinted forward, running briefly along the wooden surface before grabbing the top and vaulting himself over to the other side.
"Can I join in?"
Silas called out, landing smoothly.
Dwayne turned his head, laughing at Silas' complete lack of fear.
"If you were anyone else, I would've thrown you straight back inside! But you seem capable enough!"
Dwayne said with a grin, before flicking his head back toward the approaching wolf lord. The amulet hanging around his neck pulsed faintly, glowing with an ominous light.
Silas's eyes lingered on it, curiosity piqued.
So magical artifacts can be made from beasts here, huh?
Before he could ponder it further, the wolf lord let out a deafening howl—and from the shadows, three wolf packs emerged, charging toward Dwayne and Silas.
Silas chuckled nervously, but his blood was pumping with excitement at the prospect of another battle.
"Hope all that stat investing topped off my mana!"
He shouted—more to hype himself up than actually expecting an answer.
"Combustion Rune!"
Mana surged through him—but instead of forming a tight sphere of air in his palm like before, Silas tried something new.
This time, he coated his entire arm with compressed air, forging a technique more suited to his assassin instincts.
"Explosive Fists!"
He roared, unleashing a brand-new fighting style.
In the same instant, the Novice Robe of Necromancy shimmered into existence, wrapping around his uniform like a second skin—its dark fabric pulsing faintly with an eerie, living magic.